I met my prince online. French from France
He was gorgeous
So, I’m sitting here, 45 years old, sipping my tea, staring at my phone like it’s some kind of magic portal. I’ve been on these dating apps forever, wading through the same old small talk, the same old disappointments. But then, out of nowhere, there he was—Prince. A handsome French man from France, living in Quebec, with this smile that could melt a glacier. I swear, the moment his profile popped up, my heart did a little flip, like I was a teenager again.
His picture was the first thing that got me. Dark hair, just a touch of silver at the temples, and those eyes—deep, warm, like they were inviting you into a story. And that smile? Oh, it was the kind of smile that makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world. I read his bio, and it wasn’t just some generic “I like walks and wine” nonsense. He wrote about his love for old jazz records, hiking in the Laurentians, and cooking coq au vin on rainy Sundays. I could practically hear his accent through the screen, that soft, rolling French cadence. I was done for. He said he was epicurean, liked to spoil woman, and was ready for family
We started messaging, and it was instant—like we’d known each other for years. He was witty, charming, asking me about my favorite books, teasing me about my terrible French from high school. Every notification from him felt like a little gift, and I’d catch myself grinning at my phone in the middle of a meeting. I kept picturing him in Quebec, maybe strolling through Old Montreal, that smile lighting up the cobblestone streets. I wanted to be there. I wanted to be with him, like, yesterday.
I know it sounds crazy. I’ve never even heard his voice yet, and Quebec’s a long way from here. But there’s something about him—his warmth, his passion, the way he makes me feel seen, even through a screen. I keep imagining meeting him, maybe at a little café, hearing him say my name in that accent, seeing that smile in person. At 45, I thought I was past falling this hard, this fast. But Étienne? He’s got me dreaming of plane tickets and new beginnings, and for the first time in forever, I’m not scared to want it all.
We spoke on the phone on video and there was an instant connection
He came to Winnipeg first, and he was so irresistible .
Then I visited him in his cave in Quebec
I guess I was so desperate that I decided that a move to 400 peoples village would be a good idea